As chosen by you, here are the most popular stories of ALL TIME aka last week just in case you missed them.

I am all too familiar with the discomfort a bra can bring. The sparse, not-quite-three-inches of cushion between my chest bone and the lining of my bra does little to protect from movement or haphazard wires (much less add cleavage). Sometimes, I even just reach under and slide it off, junior-high style, through my sleeves, if the occasion gets frustrating enough. Naturally, when I was asked to attend a bra-fitting at Scottsdale lingerie house {intimacy}, I giggled. I laughingly shook my head and told everyone that around my scrawny form their tape measure would wrap two, maybe three times, and no less than five seconds later they’d say, ok, we’re done; we don’t go any smaller.

Enter Susan Nethero, {intimacy}’s founder. Last year, we called her The Bra Whisperer. Colleague Carson Kressly calls her the Cleavage Cop. She’s strapped Oprah’s knockers, discovered Tyra was wearing a size too small and made legions of women realize their body insecurities were not based on, well, their bodies – including me. After a thorough informational session (“boob camp”) where Susan handed me wires that looked like torture devices (American-made) and pliable, light wires that curved like breast frames one could get used to (European-made), I learned that all it takes to be perky, firm, flattering and comfortable is a little extra fabric around the wire and stretch and give in all the right places, which is the job of well-made fabric. Quite often, however, the main adjustment women need for comfort is either one size up or one size down.»READ MORE

I am all too familiar with the discomfort a bra can bring. The sparse, not-quite-three-inches of cushion between my chest bone and the lining of my bra does little to protect from movement or haphazard wires (much less add cleavage). Sometimes, I even just reach under and slide it off, junior-high style, through my sleeves, if the occasion gets frustrating enough. Naturally, when I was asked to attend a bra-fitting at Scottsdale lingerie house {intimacy}, I giggled. I laughingly shook my head and told everyone that around my scrawny form their tape measure would wrap two, maybe three times, and no less than five seconds later they’d say, ok, we’re done; we don’t go any smaller.

Enter Susan Nethero, {intimacy}’s founder. Last year, we called her The Bra Whisperer. Colleague Carson Kressly calls her the Cleavage Cop. She’s strapped Oprah’s knockers, discovered Tyra was wearing a size too small and made legions of women realize their body insecurities were not based on, well, their bodies – including me. After a thorough informational session (“boob camp”) where Susan handed me wires that looked like torture devices (American-made) and pliable, light wires that curved like breast frames one could get used to (European-made), I learned that all it takes to be perky, firm, flattering and comfortable is a little extra fabric around the wire and stretch and give in all the right places, which is the job of well-made fabric. Quite often, however, the main adjustment women need for comfort is either one size up or one size down. »READ MORE

While you we were out slamming shots of tequila on Cinco de Mayo, a certain Arizona resort was hosting an extraordinary gathering of the world’s richest people. We’re talking mega-billionaires such as Bill Gates and Warren Buffett—all partying at a super-secret conference hosted at the crazy-posh Miraval Resort outside of Tucson. You know, the place Oprah stays when she’s doing the desert hideaway thing.

So what were these jet-setting titans of industry up to? Plotting world domination, no doubt. Or, even more diabolically, rigging the vote to get Casey Abrams voted off American Idol? Nope, they we’re discussing the best way to give away their billions to charity.

While you we were out slamming shots of tequila on Cinco de Mayo, a certain Arizona resort was hosting an extraordinary gathering of the world’s richest people. We’re talking mega-billionaires such as Bill Gates and Warren Buffett—all partying at a super-secret conference hosted at the crazy-posh Miraval Resort outside of Tucson. You know, the place Oprah stays when she’s doing the desert hideaway thing.

So what were these jet-setting titans of industry up to? Plotting world domination, no doubt. Or, even more diabolically, rigging the vote to get Casey Abrams voted off American Idol? Nope, they we’re discussing the best way to give away their billions to charity.

Victoria can take her secrets and shove it, (mostly because she doesn’t have any). Want the real secret to bra bliss? Step inside {intimacy}, the stylish new lingerie store that just opened inside Scottsdale Fashion Square. Here, Susan Nethero, Founder and Chief Bra Fit Stylist (aka the Bra Whisperer herself) will rock your world, blow your mind and make your (already hot) breasts look fabulous. At least that’s what the press materials promised.

So naturally, after laughing at our super-silly writeup, the owners challenged us to come down and check it out for ourselves. And all we have to say after a first hand experience is now we understand why even her Oprah-ness is obsessed. And if your experience is anything like mine, the first thing you’ll see upon entering the fitting room is a bra in the trash can.

At least that’s what the press materials promised.
So naturally, after laughing at our super-silly writeup, the owners challenged us to come down and check it out for ourselves. And all we have to say after a first hand experience is now we understand why even her Oprah-ness is obsessed. And if your experience is anything like mine, the first thing you’ll see upon entering the fitting room is a bra in the trash can.»READ MORE

We’re not gonna lie, this one’s a little lady-centric. But with Valentine’s Day just a month away, you gentlemen might want to take note as well. Besides, how often do you get to mention Oprah and the Queen of England’s undergarments in the same story?

Forget Dr. Ruth. Nobody makes us squirm like Dr. Mehmet Oz, aka Oprah’s fav doc, who’s now turned into a minor celebrity himself. Every time we turn on “The Dr.Oz Show,” it seems like he’s talking such about cringe-inducing topics as his fav sexual stimulation spots (let’s just say it rhymes with Amos). Turns out he’s got an entire prop department devoted to things like, making 50 pairs of realistic-feeling testicles for his show on testicular cancer, or a giant zit so he can demonstrate proper popping techniques.

Sergio Hernandez did some heavy lifting here and has plucked the juiciest parts of the Oprah biography and from the looks of it we understand why the Big O was not so keen on this book. Our favorite part is how they had to pop fresh popcorn in her private airport hangar because she did not like the smell of gas for the thirty foot walk to the plane, a 47M Global Express, that is, not just a plane. We promise if she visits us here in AZ we can light some special L’Occitane candles in advance.